False Kiss – You’ll get caught if you brag and lie

I actually do have a pretty embarrassing truth or dare story from my childhood life that I have never forgotten about. This happened in the 6th grade when I was around 12 to 13 years of age in the city of Los Angeles, CA, US.

I was pretty well-known around my middle school and I knew a lot of kids because of my flexibility to adapt to different types of groups. I would hang out with different crowds so many people knew about me or had heard about who I was. People usually called me Bryce, but that was not my real name, I just told everyone it was my middle name.

There was this really "hot" girl that everyone in the school liked name Melissa. She was the type of girl that you would just die to hang out with or have her as your girlfriend. I would brag to my friends about how we went way back since we were young kids in elementary school, which we did, but I also added other details that were not true.

I bragged about how we both liked each other since the day we met and that one time in elementary school she kissed me. The kiss was magnificent and she even gave me some tongue action; this was completely false by the way. One day we were at one of those after school clubs and everyone decided to go to one of my friend's house after school to hang out.

Melissa and her friends went also and we decided to play truth or dare. When it was Melissa's turn she chose dare and one of my idiotic friends dared her to give me a big kiss like she had done before. The look at Melissa's face was indescribable; there were mixes of emotions from embarrassed to anger.

She walked up to me and slapped me right across the cheek. Everyone laughed and I was just struck. I was the talk of the town for the rest of the year and it was something I really regret.

The Most Humiliating Dare Story

The fall semester had just ended and I was ready to begin my winter break in Florida. I called my buddies and we got together at my girlfriend’s house. We were planning a trip to a remote island near Tampa. This was going to be the best vacation I thought to myself.

The four hour drive to Tampa passed like a quick breeze, I was very excited. As we parked our car, we realized the only way to get to the island was to canoe. No motor boats were allowed in the water. I was terrified, I weighed nearly 220 pounds, and I was the not the most athletic person.

My friends dare me on; they told me that it would be worth it. I took a deep breath and said a prayer. We got on the canoes and started to paddle into what I thought to be a dream, but now turned into a nightmare. My friend Fred was my canoe mate and cheered me on.

I paddled my hardest, but I was getting tired real fast. I watched as the other groups passed us. Little did I know, the next five hours would be the most humiliating time of my life. As we paddled, my stomach rumbled.

The food that we ate on the way to Tampa was causing me to have a horrible stomach ache. If I paddled and exerted myself any faster, I was going to crap my pants. I couldn’t hold it in anymore; as we paddled I suddenly stopped.

Fred peered over his shoulder and asked me what was wrong? I told him, and began to laugh. He told me to get out of the canoe and take a crap in the water. I was hesitant at first, but agreed. I jumped of the boat and farted all the waste.

So much that the water turned brown and I was in a patch of my own crap. Little did I know, Fred had taken the whole thing on his phone, and showed it to everyone. HOW HUMILIATING.

Funny Truth or Dare Story

The best truth or dare I was a part of was one night a bunch of friends and I were all hanging out drinking, talking, watching some movies and it was getting late and a little boring.

So since everyone was getting bored we decided to strike up a fun game of truth or dare, which is always fun with my friends. We all were getting hungry so when Tom said dare my friend Dave had the perfect plan.

He dared Tom to go with all of us to taco bell and he had to order, but his order had to be in the form of a song with a guitar. We dressed him like he was out of a romance novel in a fluffy white shirt open buttoned, and fluffed his hair.

We also took a flower and put it in his shirt pocket on the way to the car for extra effect; he had to look as awesome as this song was going to be. So we went to taco bell, waited in line behind all the late night last minute eaters to attack the unknowing taco bell employee.

Our turn came and we pulled up to the speaker and with the list of food in his hand and our friend Steve on the quitter he ordered. We all were almost crying it was so funny, but we tried our best to stay quiet. We did not think till afterwards to tape it.

It would have been the next YouTube sensation and probably would have made Tom famous. While he was singing about cheesy enchiladas and extra sour cream the drive thru window employee got the manager and together they both laughed and said we made their night.

Tom even got the girl in the drive thru's number. All in all it was a great night and the best dare I have seen yet. I hope one day to top it and I think it would be even better if we did another thing like this to Tom again.

Little couples night

What was the funniest dare story that ever happened to you?

One time me and my gf was playing t/d and at this point we didnt do any thing sexual yet so she dares me to go out side in the middle of winter blind folded for 1 minute. So i did but half way through she tied me to the gutter and she called her friend over! How embarassing...

What exactly happened? How old where you at that time?

One day when I was about 12 after school I went to my gf's house we haven't done any thing yet so i suggest t/d. She agreed, went first and dared me to go outside in the blindfolded and strip completely naked!

Little did i know... As soon as I did she tied me to her gutter and called over her friend to see me. This was in winter so it shrunk so they took pics, messed with it a few times, stole my cloths and locked me out! When I finaly got back in they agreed to let me play but I had to stay butt naked for the rest of the time and kiss both there a$$es.

Stick with the Truth

When playing Truth or Dare as a kid, I always had an incredibly low tolerance for embarrassment, while gross or generally degrading challenges didn't seem like much of a problem. The objective observer would have called me a sissy, and with good reason.

I generally tried to avoid playing it, but sometimes that wasn't possible, including one fateful night when I slept over my friend Andrew's house. Andrew was a bizarre kid, to say the least.

We were close enough that I was willing to look very dumb in front of him. His mother, however, was a different story, and the moment the game started, she was continually tied into just about every dare.

That meant embarrassment that was too much for me, and Andrew seemed to see this coming. He created a rule that said that anyone who backed out of a dare would have to kiss the other person's butt.

That sounded gross, but I remember thinking, at the time that it wouldn't be as bad as some of the other things that we put on the table for us to do - after all, it would only take a second, and I didn't care if Andrew knew I had done something questionable, so long as no one else did.

Regardless, I hoped that it wouldn't come to that and picked truth as aggressively as I could, revealing more than a few secrets that I would rather have kept to myself.

When Andrew asked for a dare, I forced him to take a picture of his mother and lick it in front of her. He did so without batting an eye. It was more upsetting than fun.

I never liked Truth or Dare, and seeing my friend made an idiot of himself wasn't going to make me feel any better when I did the same. Just then, it was my turn, and I stumbled into a dare.

It doesn't matter what the dare was - it could have been just about anything and I would have considered it too embarrassing to do. And that's exactly what happened.

And so it went that, moments later, I found myself pursing my lips while on my knees... Years later, Andrew got a sex change. True story.

Truth, Dare, and Broken Furniture

My best friend, her fiancé, a few other mutual friends and I had gotten a hotel room one weekend so we could party. And yes, of course, there was alcohol involved.

We were all playing some sort of drinking game, and we were all getting pretty well toasted, so someone suggested we play Truth or Dare. Being a total wimp, I always opted for truth, my best friend however, decided to choose dare when it came to me asking her.

I had remembered a time in our early teens, when we’d be goofing off, and she was very flexible and was able to lay flat, flip her bottom half up over the rest of herself, which resulted in her rear sticking straight up in the air, and her head nearly going up her “you know what”.

I thought this would be very amusing for our friends to see, so I dared her to pull off that position. I should also add that she was sitting on one of the beds at the time, and decided to do this while on the bed, not on the floor.

What happened next was funny, humiliating (for her), and somewhat tragic for the person who’s name was used to get the room under. First of all, I don’t know whether her back gave out or her neck got pulled, but she got stuck in that position and started hollering for us to help her.

I immediately felt bad, feeling guilty for having put her up to it in the first place, but we were all pretty drunk, she was still plenty young and active enough to still be flexible, so I didn’t think there’d be any problems.

As she was struggling, trying to get out of that horrid, twisted position, we all decided to try to help….at once. A bunch of us jumped on the bed to get to her to try to help unfold her, and I guess the result of us hopping on the bed was too much stress for the poor thing to bear.

This wasn’t your traditional hotel bed that’s pretty close to, if not almost directly on the floor (or at least the frame of it). This was more your regular bed on a regular frame, hoisted up off the floor a bit. Needless to say, the whole thing collapsed on the floor, with the headboard and footboard leaning inwards.

This caused my poor friend to put up even more of a fuss, as she was now REALLY folded up. We managed to get up off the bed, unfold her, and decided it was best to keep a “do not disturb” sign on the outside of the door for the remainder of our stay.

After the entire ruckus, the majority of us wound up in the bathroom, tossing our evening beverages. The next morning we sheepishly sort of left quickly, with the person responsible for the room, simply leaving a “bill me” note in the room as he was too embarrassed to confront the hotel about what had happened.

After it happened we all of course felt really bad, but as time passed it wound up becoming a tale that would be told often, and always with much laughter involved. I never did ask or dare my friend to do strange physical feats ever again though.

My Last Truth or Dare – Angry Father Caught Me

Truth or Dare was the game to play growing up. Although I don't remember how old I was when I learned to play, the memories of games throughout my childhood and teenage years will stick with me forever. The adrenaline of getting a "Dare" and the excitement and embarrassment of getting a "Truth" always kept the game fun, unique, and interesting.

When I was little, Truth or Dare had everything to do with being silly. Too young for "boy girl" parties, I'd play with groups of girls at slumber parties. Tucked away in our fluffy sleeping bags, huddled in a circle, we'd dare each other to dance like a monkey or ask each other which boy we thought was cutest. However, growing up a few years brought a new meaning to the game.

The involvement of men and hormones gave it a completely new aspect. My 16th birthday was one of the last times I remember playing Truth or Dare. It was the most "scandalous" but was also not particularly inappropriate.

I can remember it fondly, be slightly embarrassed, but still not feel ashamed. I had a co-ed dance party in my basement for my 16th. It was towards the end of the night and we were all danced out. Most people had gone home, but two of my female friends and three male friends were left in the quiet, dark basement.

We decided to play Truth or Dare. After a couple revealing truths and couple innocent kisses for dares, a male friend was dared to give me a lap dance. The music was turned on and my quite attractive friend started dancing for me. Everyone was full of giggles and laughter and yelling for him to "take it off!" So he obliged.

Just as he was straddling my lap shirtless, spinning his tee around his head, my stepfather stepped out of the dark, "Your ride's here."

Should've Picked "Truth"

While vacationing in Fort Lauderdale, FL, me and some friends decided to play a game of truth or dare and have a few drinks to pass the time. We all decided that it would be best to hold our "event" at Meghan's house.

We all arrived, and took up a spot in the living room and cracked a few beers. The 'truths' and 'dares' started rather modest, as usual, but increased in intensity as the alcohol intake and game progressed.

When it came time for Jake to choose truth or dare (Jake hadn't picked 'truth' once), he was blessed with the dare of spending two minutes in a sleeping bag with Meghan's cat "Vicky". Vicky was short for "Vicious" in most people's eyes and we all knew this would end badly. Meghan got the cat from her mother who passed away, and the cat would attack anyone who tried to pet her...

Meghan was the only exception. However, Jake, in his infinite wisdom and bravery, put on Three layers on clothes and got in the sleeping bag. He didn't see it much worse than putting his foot in a toilet (with un-flushed pee in it), doing a body shot off of Skittle (We called our 300+lbs friend "Skittle"; I never knew his real name)

Meghan grabbed the cat and opened the sleeping bag... "1... 2... 3..." The cat landed in the sleeping bag on Jake's face, got its claw into his nostril and detached it from his face. There was quite a bit of blood, screaming, and hissing/meowing. Jake emerged holding his face and sporting a pretty gruesome battle wound and said nothing more than, "I think we need to go".

We drove him to the local Emergency Room. Jake had to get over 10 stitches in his face, but the cat was unharmed. I haven't play 'Truth or Dare' since and I still ridicule Jake and his little scar from time to time.

Truth and Dare Gone Wrong

When I was about twelve years ago, a group of friends of mine from the neighborhood decided to play truth and dare together. My friend Pete was asked the age-old question, "Truth or Dare"?, and he responded with "dare."

Maybe he had something to hide, who knows, but in hindsight I'm sure he would have loved a chance to rethink his decision. We dared Pete to knock on Jillian's window.

Jillian was the unattainable neighborhood beauty. She had been since we were in second grade, and Pete especially had quite the crush on her. Now, mind you we were playing at around ten o'clock.

Jillian's window still had a light in it, however, so it was safe to assume she was still up. Pete's dare was simply to knock on the window. He didn't have to stick around and was free to run and hope he got away quickly enough so that she never was able to identify him.

Pete had no choice but to accept the dare, and thus he began the slow creep up to Jillian's window. He tiptoed carefully, hoping to make no noise before his knocking so as to not give her a warning and a chance to peek out and see his face.

Jillian's room was on the ground floor, so Pete didn't have to reach up to tap it, just walk up to it. We watched from a distance, giggling.

As Pete got about a foot away from the window, just as his arm began to extend to rap his knuckles on the pane, something went wrong. His body made an awkward jerking motion and it was clear he had tripped on something.

Instead of gently tapping on the window, his arm and his body thrust forward with all his weight behind it. We watched in shock as his hand and arm made a strong impact with the fragile window pane and parts of it came crashing down around his arm.

Pete yelled, then turned and ran, but the confusion and surprise of the situation caused him to be a little delayed in fleeing the scene. Jillian saw him running and was able to tell her parents who had come to her window just to smash it.

Pete was forced to pay their parents for the window and Jillian never forgave him. She always assumed Pete was causing mischief, little did she know the dare had been designed based on the fact that she was the object of his crush!